Long Sunlit Poems
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Tears rise like mist from the sea of sorrow,
hit my eyes’ inner visage with profound pain
like the rain drops crashing on the window pane.
My weeping eyes make brine of melted grief,
tear beads are poised suspended on eyelash tip,
as I sob they drop down, they’ve no promise to keep.
As I cry the flow of tears cascades on my cheek
like sparkling streams sprinting on the rocky face,
my desiccated soul gets the touch of moist embrace.
After the raining night dawns the sunlit day,
in the yonder horizon a verdant meadow appears,
on swaying tips of slender grass shine pearls of tears.
July 29, 2021
Contest : The Goblin's Jewel Box 1
Sponsor : Jack Webstar
January 23, 2022
Brian Strand's Contest A Strand (1058)
The clouds glare at me from overhead
I scream....in utter dread.....
I'm alright, just break the habits I got myself into
Sick of feeling...take this pain away
CUZ today, I'm moving uncontrollably in dismay
I am the guy with a million problems
But, I'm proud to be alive
The shadows torture the living daylights out of me
Put me out of my misery...misery...free me...
Fill thee with love...fill thee with joy
Thrill thee with hope...and faith...
You threw me down like a shattered, contorted toy
CUZ today, I'm moving uncontrollably in dismay
I am the guy with a million problems
But, I'm proud to be alive
Pool parties... x3 all around the place
Pool parties... x3 all around the place
CUZ today, I'm moving uncontrollably in dismay
I am the guy with a million problems
But, I'm proud to be alive
CUZ today, I'm moving uncontrollably in dismay
I am the guy with a million problems
But, I'm proud to be alive
Dead or alive.....RAWR!
Dead or alive,
You will see me...
You will see me...
You will see me...
DEAD OR ALIVE.........
The shadows of the living hath walked the Earth
Give me YOUR mirth...give birth to mirth
CUZ today, I'm moving uncontrollably in dismay
I am the guy with a million problems
But, I'm proud to be alive
CUZ today, I'm moving uncontrollably in dismay
I am the guy with a million problems
But, I'm proud to be alive
CUZ today, I'm moving uncontrollably in dismay
I am the guy with a million problems
But, I'm proud to be alive
CUZ today, I'm moving uncontrollably in dismay
I am the guy with a million problems
But, I'm proud to be alive
Cuz...you drove me to the other lane
Refrain from driving me insane
Turn the wheel of fortune
Tell me...whisper it in my ears your tune
Your precious, jewel-like tune
*desperate whispers* I deserve happiness
I deserve happiness,
Not madness...not madness...
Pass me the ball of love
Cuz I can't see the white dove from way up above
Cuz I had enough of this
I deserve better than this
I observe better than this
Desert me not, dear child from the sea
From the sparkling sea, you grin at me in sunlit glee
Sunlit glee...sunlit glee...
I love you, baby...
Baby...
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry...
I really am
Sorry...
For influencing you to do wrong
But, I'll make it up to you
Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.
If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I say,
remember when one constructed self-prison fell away.
However you helped this forward,
do more of the same.
Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance.
Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward,
loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled—
unafraid to be splayed open.
Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind—
multiplying there in mid-air,
riding the four directions.
Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song—
effulgent, double-charged with surprise
and now even with mock surprises.
Start at the beginning, where you are.
Don’t be satiate with loll-lolling
recede wave’s tide, retreat back and back
into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish!
Now, you Human Being—you come awake also!
Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly.
Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular.
Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy,
estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands,
let subtle conversation play.
Ring all the tiny bells.
Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance.
In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound—
bring sunburst, sphere and harmony.
Make your entire body a listening board
forming therein—tender shape around which love
seed unfolds infinite spaces and then…
Spring awake! All to better dreaming
where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying.
O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you,
with every human—never again sleep,
never abandon!
Diminished by age, a weathered existence limps
Crutching dimmed vision and impaired limbs,
Much wiser that before, it speaks wisdom words
Entertaining grandkids in stories that enlighten,
Wishing the time to destiny would stop rushing
Reminiscing adoringly in yesteryears’ springs
As exuberance of yore in travails of life recedes,
Recalling seasons pristine, ravishing, blossoming
When youth ruled meadows of blazing revelry,
Reckoning lately though, how summer parches lilies
And winter freezes perishing autumnal leaves,
Unsure whether sunlit-dawn tomorrow brings,
If life’s graying themes can still invoke dreams~
As blunt reality confronts passions embellished.
Yet, life emulates pride of battered old oak tree
Mangled and broken, withering in gusty winds
But, standing steadfastly aiming for centuries
Rejoicing birds frolicking, concert of hatchlings,
And it too sways merrily ignoring bleak warnings
Beckoning alluringly reluctant, fading feelings
To tango in ballroom of life for yet one more spin,
Conjuring ancient images of renaissance in Italy~
The Colosseum, statues, galleries full of paintings
Pulsating forever, beyond bounds of mortality
Weathered, yet standing, as battered old oak tree
And aged-existence that defiantly keeps ticking.
November 24, 2021
Placed 2nd: “W” New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Weathered
Deep purple passion, green garden glory, with a scent remarkably rich,
Like the haunting, full October moon, that hardly ever fails to bewitch!
Lilac lovely, violet and voluptuous, in gilt daytime, and evening's ease,
When soon cosmic skies are colored, like rubies, cardinals and cherries!
Admired like amethysts, or glistening grapes, or plump, plentiful plums,
Or like beauty marching down every lane, to a beating of festal drums!
Lilac like lavender, spreading redolent secrets, over scenic, sunlit miles,
Until sangria nights of fuchsia fervor, and fiery, shooting star projectiles.
Written on 6/1/2022
For: Purple Flowers Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
Indian Summer
Gregory Firlotte
Indian Summer lingers for a while
with a cascade of warm sunlight
caressing crimson, gold and russet leaves
with deep honey-colored rays.
The air is quiet like a whisper
and the earth still smells of late, late Summer grass
and a delicious heady scent permeates every sense.
Corn shocks stand and pumpkins sit majestic in hay-strewn fields
awaiting their autumnal purpose.
Crows caw in the distance as if to say,
"Look! Look at the splendor of it all
before it flees in cold November winds!"
Tender, sunny days slip into cool twilight quicker and quicker,
and well-loved and well-worn quilts are pulled closer and tighter
in an embrace that signals the bittersweet exchange
of one season with another.
It is a time to nap in a snuggled solitude
and with a thousand blazing hues hovering overhead
from leaves that must fatefully drift downward to earth
to rustle in piles around the footfalls
of anyone who has ever dreamed deep orange dreams.
O, Indian Summer! Yes, Indian Summer!
Please stay, we beg.
Let the warmth of your gentle hand
touch us just a little longer
as we walk in meadows and along paths,
still intoxicated with golden, sunlit yesterdays.
copyright © 2017 Gregory Firlotte
Her skin drinks light like rivers take rain,
each dappled edge and sun-struck curve,
a landscape under my hands, soft yet severe,
where desire meets the edge of breath.
Fingers trace the small hollows of her hip,
catching sunlight in each soft valley,
dipping, trembling, as if they might slip
into some dark, endless tenderness.
She is a map of quiet fires,
a fever I can barely hold.
I find her pulse in the hush of thighs,
the places where words lose themselves.
My mouth opens to meet her skin,
each kiss a tender bruise of ache,
pressed and perfect, lush as wine
that fills, that floods, till reason splits.
We break where passion's blinding flares,
colliding in waves of sweet surrender,
so fierce the ache it stings like glass,
we drink of each other, ravenous, undone.
In the silence after, breath upon breath,
her skin still glows with sunlit trace,
and I am carved by the strength of her
in places I never knew could break.
My Love,
I write to you from a place beyond compare,
A fragrant haven, where the soft breeze sighs,
A sea of roses stretches everywhere,
Beneath a sky of endless, azure dyes.
Imagine, love, a boundless, crimson tide,
Where velvet petals drift and gently sway,
Each perfect bloom, a symbol of our pride,
A testament to love that lights our way.
The air is thick with perfume, sweet and deep,
A heady mix of passion and desire,
Where secrets whispered, tenderly we keep,
And hearts ignite with an eternal fire.
I wander through this ocean, all alone,
And dream of you, your touch, your loving gaze,
Each rose a memory, a love that's grown,
Through sunlit days and starlit, moonlit ways.
I long to share this beauty, just with you,
To walk hand-in-hand, where roses softly gleam,
And in this sea of love, so pure and true,
Find solace, peace, and live our cherished dream.
Come, join me, love, within this fragrant space,
Where roses bloom and time forgets to race.
Yours always,
Happy Wife
He discovered
how to connect and merge,
or such discovered him.
His five senses did not become six,
but a number closer to one.
It came upon him,
that he was one with everything,
all that his mind and eyes perceived,
be they an ant or a mountain,
nothing was separate from him.
All was his mind.
Water drooled over mossy stones,
he smelled the splash of foaming atoms,
the explosive opening of watery buds.
All was an energetic flow of synchronicity.
His body resonated to the mineral dance,
the vibrations within rocks and pebbles,
a living Word of light joining all things.
A swan rose up, wings clattering,
aural ligaments pulling white wingspans,
through a Catherine Wheel of sound.
Senses flew together,
forming waterfalls of reality.
He understood that these imaginative insights,
expanded the creativity of the universal.
Sunlit raindrops bloomed like new-birthed planets.
The instinctive thoughts of voles and frogs,
revealed as a singular cosmos,
of co-terminus existences.
As he looked upon this seamless world
he knew he had the potential.
to leave footprints on the sky and sea!
This revelation
turned his consciousness upon a diamond-sharp laith,
creating the radiance of a holy grail,
one great enough
to hold all the innumerable Sons of God.
In the obscurity of the dark opaque night
across the frozen silence of formidable forest
you need to take the ordained journey forsaken
for you have promises waiting to be kept,
but the winding track of illusive time you lose
in the entangled gloomy labyrinth of torment.
You hear the WHISPERING wind pass you by,
telling you this journey has no perceptible end.
You're lost in the emptiness fold away from HOME
find the crumbling HEART in the grip of agony.
Collecting COURAGE from the debris of hope
you pray for the HEALING touch.
At the fringe of the fleeting forlorn moment,
glowing in the flash of the inner instant light,
you see the new sun rise in splendor
on the hued horizon of INSPIRATION.
Its golden rays illumine the dark abyss of mind,
REFLECTING the patina of the PASSIONATE soul.
Your PRAYERS light up the supreme essence,
where you discover the precious gift of God
in my unconditional embrace of agave LOVE,
absorbing the corroding flow of your misery.
You find the flood of divine light in the forest,
showing the way to the sunlit sanctum of life.
(Selected words are in upper case)
April 27, 2021
Contest : Agape
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh